Senju Tobirama had always strived to do the best he could for his clan. He’d followed his father’s orders even when he didn’t agree with them and had done the same for his brother once Hashirama became the clan head. In many ways he was the perfect soldier but when it came to settling down and accepting a woman who might help strengthen Konoha’s political ties, he was nothing but a disappointment.
Hashirama despaired of his brother but not just because his refusals to even consider a political match of some kind but because he wanted his brother to have some measure of peace and happiness. But thanks to the fact he and Izuna had kept their own relationship so tightly hidden, Hashirama simply accepted the fact that perhaps his baby brother was one of those people who didn’t crave companionship or relationships. He certainly seemed happier with his books and his intellectual pursuits than he did dealing with the fairer sex so finally he’d just let the subject drop.
But deep down, Tobirama knew Hashirama worried about him and his future. Gods only knew what he would say if he found out about this but that was a concern for later. He had far more pressing matters to worry about right now.
“You know it’s not like that. I don’t want to keep you in a cage, Izuna but until I can measure how Madara or my brother will react to this then it’s safer for you to remain here.” The Uchiha had a valid point and he knew it. Once Madara learned Izuna had been brought back…who could predict what the man would do. He’d always been obsessively protective of his brother and he doubted death had changed that much.
Tobirama had never allowed himself to dream of a future for him and Izuna. He was a pragmatic man and had known the chance of either of them living to be old men was slim to none. Even if his lover had lived to see Konoha’s founding, there was still a good chance they’d still die in the line of duty. But a part of him had always hoped that perhaps Hashirama and Madara could bring about their peace and perhaps he and his lover might have one day gotten the opportunity to share their lives together rather than a series of stolen moments.
But Izuna had died at his hand and that dream had died with him.
Now the Uchiha was back but more unstable than ever. He looked like a wild-eyed madman as when he suddenly surged forward to tackle Tobirama. The Senju’s eyes widened in surprise but he made no move to fight the other man off. If anything, that sudden unexpected contact seemed to break his resolve because instead of trying to push Izuna away, Tobirama was reaching for him, desperately trying to pull him closer heedless of the dangers.
“I can’t, I’m sorry.” I wanted to see you for so long and now you’re here in front of me. It’s what he wanted to say but the words seemed to choke off in his throat.
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Date: 2015-09-12 08:18 pm (UTC)Hashirama despaired of his brother but not just because his refusals to even consider a political match of some kind but because he wanted his brother to have some measure of peace and happiness. But thanks to the fact he and Izuna had kept their own relationship so tightly hidden, Hashirama simply accepted the fact that perhaps his baby brother was one of those people who didn’t crave companionship or relationships. He certainly seemed happier with his books and his intellectual pursuits than he did dealing with the fairer sex so finally he’d just let the subject drop.
But deep down, Tobirama knew Hashirama worried about him and his future. Gods only knew what he would say if he found out about this but that was a concern for later. He had far more pressing matters to worry about right now.
“You know it’s not like that. I don’t want to keep you in a cage, Izuna but until I can measure how Madara or my brother will react to this then it’s safer for you to remain here.” The Uchiha had a valid point and he knew it. Once Madara learned Izuna had been brought back…who could predict what the man would do. He’d always been obsessively protective of his brother and he doubted death had changed that much.
Tobirama had never allowed himself to dream of a future for him and Izuna. He was a pragmatic man and had known the chance of either of them living to be old men was slim to none. Even if his lover had lived to see Konoha’s founding, there was still a good chance they’d still die in the line of duty. But a part of him had always hoped that perhaps Hashirama and Madara could bring about their peace and perhaps he and his lover might have one day gotten the opportunity to share their lives together rather than a series of stolen moments.
But Izuna had died at his hand and that dream had died with him.
Now the Uchiha was back but more unstable than ever. He looked like a wild-eyed madman as when he suddenly surged forward to tackle Tobirama. The Senju’s eyes widened in surprise but he made no move to fight the other man off. If anything, that sudden unexpected contact seemed to break his resolve because instead of trying to push Izuna away, Tobirama was reaching for him, desperately trying to pull him closer heedless of the dangers.
“I can’t, I’m sorry.” I wanted to see you for so long and now you’re here in front of me. It’s what he wanted to say but the words seemed to choke off in his throat.